I love learning new things.
It took some time in life to realize something about women that was contradictory to what I was taught growing up, and that thing being this: women are just as fuckin’ horny as us men.
In a way, I am glad I was lied to. It brought about a delight later in life that is like extra fuel in my gas tank.
You see, society teaches us that us men are pigs for being so damn horny, and women are somehow less insatiable, yet you touch that pussy just as often if not more than Mr. Blog strokes his beautiful dick, don’t you? And yes, he is a handsome fellow.
The followers of this blog are easily over 95% female and I know exactly what some of you ladies are doing as you visit your little navy blue App with a lowercase “t” on it.
“Thumbing down” carries two meanings, doesn’t it Miss Touchy?
I feel as though this realization of the female gender and her innate needs is like winning the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes of articulated sin I somehow was afforded the ability to carefully craft, roping you in Miss Tumblr one more time to make you dive deep into your nether regions, as you knuckle down inside yourself, one post at a time, until that feeling begins to take hold and there is a sustained bliss becoming of your nerve endings.
I know that sight all too well, Miss Touchy, up close and personal so you can bet your sweet ass I know how to pull it right out of you when I want it.
And yes, right now I want it.
My arrogance is downright obnoxious I predict but don’t give a fuck, yet here you are and here she is, a bit wetter than when you opened that little App, now isn’t she?
Go ahead and touch. You can forgive yourself later.
Slide those fingers down under your pants or up your dress, between your delicate ladylike thighs, find that happy place that I promise you is a tad wetter than normal.
Need some assistance?
Go ahead and envision a brown, salt and pepper beard nicely trimmed beard over the grinning face of a man who knows exactly what he is doing, staring right up at you with hazel green eyes and a look like you are about to be shaken to your core, because if you were there, you would be.
You know this look well, don’t you Kitten? Yes, darling, I am talking to you little lady so I expect that you are one step ahead of me. When Daddy wants, Daddy gets, and there is only one Kitten so I suggest you find a happy place.
Right about now, gazing up at you in with angry ambition, your two palms rest easily on the bald tanned head of man shave with a razor just this morning. That look in his eyes is downright frightening, but in a way that makes you giggle and squirm in anticipation, debating what you should do next. “Should I touch?”, you ask yourself.
This is when Mr. Blog snatches the rebellion right the fuck out of you.
Devouring you in your mind with you are touching your little, wet kitty, in reality, and I know what you are doing on the business end of your smartphone right now.
Go ahead, don’t waste time being coy. You know exactly what button to push and she is cute little pink one filled with bundles of “goddamn this feels good.” Like I told you before, you can forgive yourself later for playing along to the ego of a man who just is toying with your body parts from afar.
Go ahead, it just feels too good not to.